Play Misty for me
The past two mornings we have gotten up to fog here in New Orleans, which is unusual despite the fact that water is a key element in our lives. The misty morning bayou soon fades to blue bayou, but at the beginning there is this sense that we are locked in with no view out.
Yesterday, we went to NOMA to decorate Zulu coconuts and then to hear African jazz band and they were good, except Tin hadn’t napped and he wasn’t. He watched them for a while but in toddler fashion he soon saw that there were upteen marble stairs that he could climb and attempt to jump off of, so it was exit stage left for him.
The moon was full again as my neighbor said, as if we were lucky enough to have hit pause between wax and wane. Tin went down early so we watched the missing episode of Downton Abby online (all four episodes are available on PBS Masterpiece only until November 22 – so watch them now). Good characters, good drama, the series makes it seems as if writing and acting are so effortless.
Which brings me back to Barney’s Version – that story exposed my insides raw and has left them that way. It sort of snuck up on me too because there was a lot of things going on and it was told in flashbacks and it really grabbed you at the end and brought you under the quagmire where you realize yet again that we fall in love, we get married and then we make a mess out of our lives.
Sigh.